Unfortunately for someone, Inosuke didn't know if was liking it or not. The light bites and kisses on his neck and collarbones ignited sensations he didn't understand, too strange and different from how good a kiss felt, for example. Or a hug. Was restless and couldn't find himself comfortable like that. He had nothing against how the opposite actions were perceived on his skin, it was not what bothered him, but that his body emitted sighs that he hadn't approved. He thought was appearing to be weak because of it, and didn't want to allow it. He trusted the redhead boy and had no problem letting the guard down with him. But it was one thing, and quite another was to feel weak directly. He shoved Tanjirou hard, pushing him away and dumbfounded by the sudden sharpness.

"What happens? Have I hurt you somewhere?" began to worry, thinking that some bite might have been exceeded.

"No, those weak things don't hurt me!" he was outraged. "I don't like you going there." pointed to the corresponding areas on his pale skin slightly marked by teeth and spots of a very soft purple tone. "It's nasty and weird." Made blinked the redhead kid several times, forcing him to turn the gears in his head. He sighed, smiling.

"It's okay." knew that this was going to happen. Definitely, the demon was not yet ready to go that far. His aversion to the most intimate acts were for fear of something very new and unknown, and therefore, being unprotected, could smell it in him. "I won't do it again unless you want."

"So better." He was satisfied with the swordsman's response. Overall, didn't think he was going to want, he already made it clear was unpleasant.

Tanjirou kissed his forehead and directed the reddish gaze at the thin light crack in the window. It had a slight orange hue. The day was falling.

"I will go to see Nezuko for a moment, I still haven't visited her today." and he had to go before she left, they still continued with that divided routine. Luckily, Inosuke couldn't move too much, so there was no need to cast the little demon out during the day. But at night it wasn't known, with the darkness, the demons acted under advantage and could allow the long-haired young man to make his movements. The words seemed to annoy the other boy, who frowned and sighed.

Ok, go." He was aware of how important it was for the redhead kid to see his sister, so would not retain him despite not wanting to be left alone. Still, unhesitatingly showed his tiny anger, folding the arms and dodging his eyes with a frown. With his attitude made the swordsman feel a wave of tenderness cover him completely.

"I'll be back when the night starts, there's not much time." leaned toward him and placed a soft and loving kiss on the lips of other, and he were unable to reject it. "Don't do crazy things, okay? You can get dizzy and hurt yourself."

"I'm not weak!" complained. Although for Tanjirou he was, just had to see he lost all his muscles... Reason enough to think he wasn't very resistant at the moment.

"I know." He got up and opened the door. "But take care of your body when it's not right, please." the serious tone prevented Inosuke from daring to contradict him, made self-conscious just like Shinobu used to do when she faced the wild young man and his antics.

He growled, slightly angry, after the redhead left. He spread the arms on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Had nothing against Nezuko, he really liked her, was his minion, but... inside had unbearable impulse that forced him to see her as any other demon he had to devour. His currently decent head and instinct quarreled a bit when he thought about it. His mind warned him to protect her because she was precious to him, and especially to Tanjirou. But his new nature told him that hunger would be his downfall and eat her. There were moments in the past when he enjoyed the presence of the girl a little. He was not going to be able to repeat those moments and it gave him a lot of annoyance. He himself considered having her in front of him would cause a mismatch. Clenched the jaw and frowned even more, if he could. Would not step on the same room as her, would avoid her at all times if by chance came across her in the distance. He forbade himself.

Ah, thinking of Kamaboko's sister made him so hungry... He wanted to heed Tanjirou's words, he did not want a serious confrontation with him that could spoil everything, both psychological and physical. Was weak, he knew, but with such an appetite that it hurt. Opened the mouth to breathe through it, his nose was no longer enough. He could feel his fangs growing and his mouth salivating as a warning that he needed urgent food, it was not on a whim. He couldn't wait to be given meat for dinner, there was still time. He swallowed and swallowed, and his salivary glands continued to function excessively. Let out a roar, enraged, as he brought his four limbs up to drop them onto the mattress with great force, rattling the inner springs.

"What the fuck am I doing? Nobody orders the great Inosuke!" clicked his tongue and stood up. Got rid of some suppressed anger from the yukata, leaving him lying in a corner of the room. Looked for his clothes, which were few, and began putting them on. Tied the white underwear that fell only in front of his hip, and placed the fur skirt so characteristic of him on top. Looked for some sandals and put them on too. Since he transformed, had been barefoot the entire time, except for the occasional situation. It was time to protect the soles of his feet a bit, although... He had been so long without wearing footwear had gotten used to all terrain and had hardened, he could not take damage despite stepping on sharp stones . Then discarded the shoes. He outfitted his two swords and stared at the pink bow on the table. Decided to take it and tie it around his right thigh. Took the serrated knife from a drawer and put it between the tight tie and his leg. He took the spear that had been offered to him long ago and placed it where the swords. And finally, his precious boar mask. Put it on his head and tried to lower it, at least until it covered his nose and eyes. It wasn't made to hide half his face, but to be more or less at the level of his eyebrows and forehead. But he did it with insistence and brute force. Missed that it covered everything.

He left the room, taking advantage of the sunset to get into the darkest corners of the corridors. Could still hear some voices. He was slow as a precaution, so as not to force his body too much. At the same time, it made him silent. Stopped at the exit and looked outside. The damn sun... The long and majestic fur of the boar's head could cover him entirely. Anyone who saw him would think was a boar with hair so long that the hooves would not show. But couldn't do that. What the hell did a huge wild boar in the middle of the yard? Would attract a lot of attention. Had to be more careful and seek the shadows of the closest trees. Right next door had one. It didn't take him long to get out and position himself under his foliage. He had barely had time to feel the searing heat that was capable of piercing him. Heard the voices of Tanjirou and Zenitsu, and unintelligible female murmurs. Was them... He had them next to him, visible, but far away. Avoided looking. Not making eye contact was the only thing that allowed him to fight the instinct to attack on the redhead boy's sister. He could feel the mouth watering. Leaving immediately was essential. Scanned the entire area near him. There were shadows, enough to cross. Unfortunately, he had to jump from one to the other, and if went fast, would draw attention to himself with the sound of grass under his feet. For his bad luck, had to change his characteristic brute and swift strategy to just the opposite; a slow and silent one. He bent down, spreading his legs very elastic, slightly bending his knees and laying his hands on the ground. Swords and spear lay on his back. He moved slowly without losing the low stance until he reached the limit of the shadow. Put one leg forward and immediately brought his body forward, using the thrust of his hands and his other limb. In this way the wild style was even more pronounced, resembling a stealthy, agile and menacing tribal hunter with a perfect experience in the art of stalking. It did not generate any kind of noise, he knew it because Zenitsu had not yet put the scream in the sky. He went on like that, on all fours, and surprisingly elegant and wild from shadow to shadow. Until he reached the damn bamboo wall that blocked his path. Had only one option, and hoped he would not be discovered; jump it. He looked out of the corner of his eye, just enough to see red hair. Enough. He looked away and directed it to the top of the fence. Still in four, together his hands and feet, simulating the posture of a sitting animal. He bent his elbows, lowering the torso, and with a quick movement, propelled himself with all his limbs in one jump. Brought his hands forward, grabbed the edge of the wall, and finished overcoming it. The blond boy had heard this, but saw nothing in the address, so he assumed it was an outside animal.

Once safe and in constant darkness thanks to the body of forest trees, he was able to regain his upright posture. That had numbed him a little. Decided to use the spear as a support when walking and avoid doing damage that he could regret. Caught it with both hands, putting in front of him instead of off to the side. For his position, the most optimal thing was to have continued with his low position at ground level, but for his health it was to walk normally. Was not going to completely disobey Tanjirou. He said "don't do crazy things", and he wasn't doing any. Was just going for something useful to eat. And he was taking the trouble to be careful. So the redhead couldn't scold him. Similarly... Why the heck should he feel embarrassed if the slayer scolded him? Was his subordinate boyfriend, the leader boss was him! Thinking those things made him quicken the pace and make it harder without realizing it, driving the spear stick harder with each step.

"Stupid Genjirou..." growled under his breath, noticing how a tiny tide of heat rose up his neck and clung to his half-hidden cheeks. And now why? For he had not the remotest idea of that sudden sensation, nor was going to analyze it. He stopped and turned his body into an inanimate, static sculpture. Slight vibrations buzzed across his white, hypersensitive skin. It was not something small that was approaching. He began to wonder if it had been a good idea... Quickly, slapped himself, annoyed. "Once again Kentaro's germs stuck to me! I shouldn't have let him stick his tongue up my throat, he infected me!" guarded the spear, and instead drew his swords. Still felt his face burn, more than before having said the latter. He no longer knew if his stomach was from hunger or Monjirou's wretch. Attributed it to the first option. Was not wrong, but neither would he have been if he chose the other option. They were both the ones with annoying abdomen. Unbearable. He could feel it, had the enemy on him, although didn't see him.

"A new friend? How interesting, with that style."

A hoarse and annoying voice was heard above his head. He raised it, looking at an obvious demon, quite large and stocky, with dark green hair and a little long, full of curls. A rather intimidating male face. He looked like a damn criminal. Nothing is further from reality.

"And apart from being interesting, also more handsome than you. Damn with your face..." he suppressed a mocking and offensive laugh, provoking on purpose.

"You're a chic wild demon. Where the fuck did you come from?" seemed like a very fussy weirdo, no matter how ugly his appearance was. What kind of low-ranking demon was complaining about the beauty of others?

"Hah?" He frowned. "I come from my mom. What the heck with that question?"

The larger creature couldn't take the answers was giving him seriously. Was he really like this or did he play stupid? Although, supposed he was serious because of his expressive tone.

"You're very strange." smiled monstrously and jumped down, shaking the earth at his feet and slightly destabilizing the younger man, who recovered almost immediately. It must have fallen, as it was a special move, and he didn't. "You didn't fall... You're not as weak as I thought. I'm going to have fun killing you."

"Yes, come on!" wanted to see how he tried, confident and ready to fight. Passion began to invade him as took a neutral position and two more horns were born from his back. His behavior confused the enemy. Must have been trembling with fear, not rejoicing at the simple idea of being smashed, which greatly annoyed the big demon.

The huge monster pounced on him without a plan. That was too easy to predict for Inosuke, who already knew what move to make. But his legs didn't move. He was giving the order with his brain. Why the hell was his feet not obeying? They did it in the end, but too late. The psychological reaction capacity was fine, but the physical one was not, and was attributed precisely to the lack of energy and power. The other plunged his big fist into the guts of the young man, who doubled over to receive it and was thrown a few meters back, rolling on the ground with terrifying brutality. He regained control and returned to a low position, digging the claws of his hands and feet to slow himself down. Somehow, the hit woke his muscles and released them from the seizure. He felt less stiff and heavy. Perhaps because of the numerous turns that moved him across the ground.

"Is that all your strength? How weak!" gave a powerful hysterical laugh and it was his turn to attack, taking advantage of the opponent's angry astonishment. As he got closer, drew his swords and crossed them in an X. When he was close enough, opened his arms, making deep diagonal cuts outward. It had not reached the neck, he needed to aim higher. But had left it pretty bad. It was notorious that it was a simple low-ranking demon. The enemy, after a terrible and heartrending scream, sent a furious slap into the air in the tiny hope of hitting the smallest. The wild boy ducked lower still, leaving the path of the random attack. Using his stance, amputated both feet and stepped on the huge knees, propelled himself and flipped backwards. The force of the support caused the enemy to fall back, which was later accompanied by a kick to the jaw when he performed the skillful stunt. Before reaching the ground, still close and higher than before, he effortlessly sliced his neck. The demon screeched and his head rolled a little on the ground, watching with great panic what had just happened.

"What are you?!" He sounded deranged, terrified, and incredulous.

"The king of the mountain!" He raised his swords to heaven and started a maniacal and insane laugh.

The body of the defeated began to melt into thin air. But his head still remained, expressing a thousand emotions of panic and strangeness. That kid was crazy! He could be stronger, yes, but he was behaving like a psychiatric patient who had had his sanity medications taken away. Saw him approach, his fangs growing and his green eyes sparkling.

"No, wait! What are you planning?! Stay away!"

Very late.

After approximately twenty minutes, his head rose to the sky with his eyes closed and relaxed, still hidden under the half mask. The blood covering his cheeks, mouth, and chin splattered the air slightly at the movement. He hadn't left a miserable sliver of bone. Stood up, beginning to feel the energy of his had missed so much running through his body. It wasn't as much as usual, but it wasn't a waste either. From that moment on, he could last a day, at most two, without feeding again. It was a short time, really. The bones of his shoulder blades were removed a while ago. He stretched his thin arms up, tensing his slim torso and staying quite comfortable. All of him was bathing in blood. His steps have not started yet. A presence loomed, glued to him. He looked around and saw very tiny gray fur. Turned the gaze to some herbs and tore them off. Proceeded to sit cross-legged, leaving the green strands in his bowl-shaped hands. The animal sniffed and came out of hiding. Two long ears pricked up at the thought of eagerly devouring that vegetable meal. Little by little, approached the demon and ate from his hands. In an urge to crave, the rabbit climbed onto his lap to catch the grass more easily. Inosuke couldn't help but smile, happy and satisfied. He loved animals. If he hunted them, it was only for survival. Deep down, did not like much to end someone's life, although he was impassive in doing so, only because of his unhealthy obsession with not looking like a weakling.

"You were also hungry, huh." he murmured, talking to the little animal. "Finding decent food is difficult for both of us." stroked his tiny head with the fingertips. "I like you, I hope I don't have to eat you someday." The rabbit moved his nose, finishing his delicacy and going down from the boy's lap. Groomed a little in front of him and left where came from. It had left a very pleasant sensation on the chest of the wild kid.

"You found him?!

"No... But how far could he have been being like this? He must be hiding..." Zenitsu was aware this was not at all typical of Inosuke. He was missing, and considering his physical condition, didn't think he was gone.

However, Tanjirou could imagine the demon sneaking away. The thing was where the hell had he gone, why, how did he do it, if they were out all the time, and if something had happened to him. He didn't know it, but the scent of the young wild man had been impregnated after that intimacy session, and therefore could not smell him if he left, because had been smelling unconsciously since he left the room. He was nervous, worried, and a little upset.

"When I caught him..." wasn't going to do him much, possibly would scold him in that sweet way that only he knew how to do. Had excessive understanding.

"When you catch me, what?"

Both swordsmen looked up. On the nearest tree, sitting on a branch and hanging a leg, was the demon they were looking for so much, covered by the dark and black shadow of the foliage. The redhead didn't need to see, could smell the blood. And was relieved when he realized it wasn't his.

"You have gone hunting demons, right?" It was the perfect explanation for the red bath that had him covered. "Inosuke, I told you not to go out!" did not look angry, his reddish eyes showed genuine uneasiness and unease.

"Lie. You told me not to do crazy things. And I haven't done any, I was just looking for my food."

"You have a good memory for what interests you, stupid boar..." muttered the blond kid, who was annoyed.

"Did you say something, Zenbatsu?" His eyes took on a terrifying glow that made the other tremble and spasm terror.

"No, nothing!"

"Inosuke..." Tanjirou sighed with a hand on the forehead. "All right, I understand that you couldn't wait... But if you had explained it to me, I would have gone with you so you didn't try hard."

"What do you say? And leave my minion number four alone when she was the reason you went out? Has no sense." His tone of voice had risen, a little angry.

"Okay, right..." He sighed. "You win. But next time, please let me know."

"Oh, come on, Gonpachiro." he rolled the eyes for a moment and crossed the arms. "It was just a weak demon, he barely brushed me-...

The branch snapped and fell along with the young wild man. It was so sudden that he didn't have time to react. Just to close his eyes tight and wait for the tremendous impact on his back. A hit that never came. Instead, it was replaced by a timely, but surprising, grip. Zenitsu, who had been under the branch, was able to retreat a bit, although doing so put himself in the path of the demon. He also didn't have time to dodge a second time, so his instincts only tried to stop the fall of what was going to crush him, just as his eyelids were tightly closed. It was so shocking to notice that something was on his arms, but that it hardly weighed anything. Not even his arms were pulled down a bit when he suddenly caught him. They both opened their eyes and looked at each other, exactly with the same expression of disbelief and surprise. The mask, luckily for Inosuke, hadn't budged from his sight and nose, so was able to hide the mental impact a bit. Just a little because Zenitsu could hear his emotions anyway.

A heavy silence formed.

A mute environment that was broken with the scream of horror of one and the scream of anger of another. The blond boy took a sudden punch to the cheek, and immediately released the young wild man, reaching for the attacked area.

"What way is that to thank me, idiot?!" he had saved him from breaking his ass against the hard ground, no less than a thank. Ah, he had forgotten that was Inosuke who he thought of.

"Thank me for this!" He was going to grab the bulge of his crotch, but was cut in time by the redhead, who stopped him by the wrist.

"We have understood, there is no need." He was smiling very nervous at the grotesque action that the demon was almost going to carry out.

"Are you fucking to me?!" asked angrily at the fact that he had now fallen short compared to his friends. It made the blond man burst into laughter, crying with laughter and putting the hand a few inches above the animal head, pointing out the obvious. "Fuck off!" Inosuke hit him again, this time in the stomach to make him lose air and shut up. Surprisingly, failed to take air out of Zenitsu, who was still lost in the laugh. He looked at his pale and red hands, already worried. And his strength? Had left because he no longer had musculature?

"Inosuke, are you okay?" The redhead put a hand on his small shoulder and saw him turn.

"How am I going to be okay?! I just gave him a punch almost destroyed my fist and he hasn't even felt it!" Now it was he who was panicking.

"That's why Aoi advised that she would give you in adequate training, but you refused." didn't blame him, just reminded him.

"Oh god... I can't believe it." At last, Zenitsu could not suffer any more aggressions from Inosuke. Could face him and fight him whenever he wanted, was no longer going to grieve.

"Keep teasing and I won't need the strength to impale you."

Well there he was right, Zenitsu forgot that he had acquired Douma's icy power and could easily grow an ice stick underneath him. So, wasn't so sure wanted to face him anymore.

"We can improvise for now..." The flame swordsman was thoughtful. "The least demanding thing I can think of is running. Can you run?"

"Of course I can! Who do you take me for?!" and without saying more, he started. He was followed by the redhead boy to supervise him. And the blonde kid did not want to be alone, so he participated only for that.

In a very unfortunate way, when traveling only half a estate he was already tired. Definitely, his condition was much worse than that time after defeating the demons of Mount Natagumo. But didn't want to stop even though his legs felt like anvils and the chest burned with pain. Was breathing badly through his mouth, his trachea so strained that when he inhaled there was a slight beep.

"Inosuke, I think you can stop now!" Tanjirou called out. Didn't want to see him collapse.

"Shut up, I can still...!" no, he couldn't. His body forced him to stop and duck, resting the hands on his trembling thighs. "Fuck!" was reached within two seconds by the other pair. The redhead rubbed his pale back.

"It's not necessary to do everything at once. You already know that workouts are routine because they go little by little."

"I hate you." he looked at him with pursed lips, for it was the only thing the swordsman could see of his face.

"You love me." smiled so satisfied with the silence the demon returned to bully Zenitsu, trampling on his feet. The light weight was not enough for the blond boy to complain, he had even been distracted pretended to vomit as a nasty joke. As unpleasant as seeing those two stupids so blushed they understood why he did it.